Boy Next Door

That fall was the loneliest time of my life.  My daughter Susan wanted to live with my ex-wife.  Truthfully, she wanted to live in a big city, and my ex lived in a big city.  Tyler didn’t come home for Thanksgiving since he’d be back in a few weeks anyway.  I did my best to focus on work and on a daily run through the neighborhood in the evenings.  I was tempted to snack, and that had never happened to me before.  I used my willpower while shopping.  No snacks at home meant no snacks to eat.

Lying alone in bed had also become a bit of a problem. I kept thinking about Sam. I’d reach down as I thought about the things we did, how good it felt to be with him. Afterward, I was angry with myself. I couldn’t let myself get infatuated with him.

A week after Thanksgiving, I finished my last slice of pumpkin pie. My phone buzzed. It was a text from Sam. “I’m trying not to think about you,” I said out loud.

Sam: “Home for Christmas on the 10th. Family going to Virginia on the 8th. I’ll be home alone unless I can stay with you.”

I stared at the screen. I was picking Tyler up from the airport on the 11th. Sam could stay in the guest room. He and Tyler used to sleep in Tyler’s room when he did a sleepover, but they were adults now. The guest room would be a better option. “No. A better option is for you to stay at your own house and not tempt me.” I texted back.

Me: “Of course you can stay here.”

I thought for a moment.

Me: “Have you texted Tyler? The guest room will be perfect for you.”

About thirty seconds later a smiling emoji popped onto my screen. “What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

I spent the next two weeks fretting about everything. The guest room was clean and there were fresh linens on the bed. The bathrooms were spotless; actually, the whole house was spotless. I woke up on the 10th to a cold, windy day. I slipped into some sweatpants and a Mickey Mouse sweatshirt. My stomach was turning flip-flops, but I ate some buttered toast and drank some hot tea. I didn’t want to have coffee breath. At about ten-thirty, I saw Sam’s car pull into his driveway. I was surprised by how excited I got. His car disappeared from view as he parked it. I told myself to calm down. I continued to sit on the couch in my living room. I’d be able to see him walk to the front door.

There was a knock at the back door. I sprang up out of my seat, and my dick sprang up and out as well. “Shit,” I swore and tried to push it down as I hurried to the back door. I opened it, and Sam stood there looking more handsome than he had when he left.

“Are you alone?” he asked.

I nodded, and he practically jumped into my arms. He kissed me passionately, and I kissed right back. I moved and pushed the back door closed.

“Oh, Mr. Johnson, I’ve missed you so much.” He began to tear up. He hugged me again. His leg brushed across my crotch. “Wow,” he smiled. “I was worried that you wouldn’t be glad to see me.”

“I’m not.” I pulled him off his feet and into my arms and I carried him upstairs. He kissed my neck and my ears. I put him down next to my bed. “We need to talk.”

“That doesn’t sound good.”

“No. Talking’s good. I want you to tell me about school and your love life. Or your sex life. No details. Just the gist of it.”

“There is no love life, and as for sex, I met two guys that I thought I might want to be with, but I kept thinking that I’d be cheating on you. And I know that’s crazy because you wanted me to get out and experience different people and get to know myself. But I knew these guys weren’t you, and so I didn’t. I jerked off a few times wearing a condom. It sure makes it easier to clean up the mess.”

I saw him look at me for approval. I wanted to tell him that I was disappointed. I had wanted him to find someone his own age to fuck and possibly to love.

“Mr. Johnson?”

“Sam, I’m concerned that we’re doing more than just fucking here. And if we are… you’re going to have to call me Shawn.” I turned and smiled at him. I pushed him down onto the bed and kissed him over and over again.

He pushed me away and stripped. Then he looked at me. “Get naked, Shawn.”

I laughed and quickly shed my clothes.

Sam attacked my dick with all the finesse of a real cocksucker. The past four months of inactivity had not made him rusty. He pushed me flat on the bed, and with his knees between my knees, he took my entire shaft into his mouth and throat. I sat up and gasped; I thought I might faint from the intensity of pleasure he was giving me. I reached under my pillow and found the new bottle of strawberry lube.

“Put your ass in my face,” I demanded, and Sam repositioned himself. I put lubed into his crack and used my finger to run it down and over his fuck-hole. Then I used my tongue.

As my tongue moved around his pucker, he pulled his head from my dick. “That’s so fucking awesome. I’d almost forgotten how great that feels.”

“Tell me, do you prefer this,” I tongued him again, “or this?” I flipped him onto his back and rubbed the head of my cock against his mancunt.

“Shawn?” He placed his hands on my hairy pecs. “I’m in love with you.”

I remained motionless. “Sam...I’m in love with you, too.”

“Then fuck my brains out.”

I smiled as I pushed into him. I did love him. All these months of trying to deny it were futile. All I needed was to see him again, and I knew. My brain told me that he would mature and find someone else, but he was in love with me now, and I was in love with him.

Sam grasped my waist and pulled me into him. He gasped. “It’s been so long. I forgot how big your cock is, but it feels so good inside me. Oh, Shawn, I’m going to remember this moment like I remember the first time. I want you to kiss me while you make love to me.”

I moved my head and began to explore his mouth with my tongue and lips. My hips maintained the slow in and out rhythm. My body wanted to fuck faster, but I maintained control, slowly pushing both of us to orgasm. Several times, Sam tried to wrap his hand around his cock, but I pushed it away.

“I need to jerk it. I want to come.”

“No, not yet.” I maintained a steady rhythm. I wanted to pound him hard and fast, but I was saving that for later. At one point, I grabbed Sam’s wrists and held them together over his head.

“Please, let me touch it. Just a little, just a little jerk. Oh. Oh.” Then he came hard and strong. Cum landed on the pillow above his head. As he came a second time, I pushed all the way into him and bred him.

My young lover trembled beneath me. Some of my load squeezed past my still hard cock and sprayed the sheets as well as my thighs. I rolled on my back, taking him with me. My dick slipped out of him, and a second spray of cum covered our lower extremities.

“You’re supposed to hold my love seed inside,” I teased.

“Not when you unload a gallon of the stuff.” He latched onto my chin and playfully bit it. “You’re a real man.”

The way he said it made me question how he said it. “And you, Sam? What are you?”

“I’m not sure. I guess I’m an underdeveloped man.”

“Because?”

“I’m still growing. You’re so… muscular and hairy. Your voice is deep and tender. You don’t belittle anyone to make yourself feel bigger. Your cock,” he reached down and held my now flaccid tool, “is perfect.”

“I will counter that you’re also a real man. You have principles; you’re kind and thoughtful. You may still be growing sizewise, but your hairless chest and ass don’t make you less of a man. They make you sexy to me. And I think that your dick is perfect.”

Sam crossed his arms over my chest and interlaced his fingers. He put his chin on his fingers and looked at me.

I continued. “We’re two real men who have fallen in love. One of us has more life experience, but we’re about to enter a challenging time. We’ll be spending a lot of time apart. Who knows what my kids will think when we tell them. I’m concerned your father will shoot me when he finds out.”

“Or he could demand that you fuck him.”

“What?” I sat up a little, and Sam rolled onto the bed next to me.

“My dad’s a closeted gay man, Sean. I’ve been secretly looking through his stash of magazines for years. I hacked into his computer, and he has profiles on several gay dating sites. I’ll tell him about us, and I’ll make sure he doesn’t do or say anything.”

I just shook my head. I suspected as much when he propositioned me, but I thought he was just testing the water. I was in shock.